Decorating, and my reward . . .

 I painted all morning and through till about 2.30 and then  found that the blardy masking tape wanted to stay put.  Half of the sticky is still on the Georgian door, but I managed to get it off the main door (which looks great now it's painted blue).  I also did the Utility room window.  If you know a quick way of removing the sticky, bearing in mind it fights back with White Spirit, laughs at soap and water and resents hand sanitiser (has spirit in it). 

There, that's a huge improvement.  I am dreading the moment when I have to take all the tape off the 18 windows on the French doors . . .  It will be worth it though.  

Georgian side door done too.  I need to polish the brass door knob and carefully paint the door knocker, although of course it is no longer in use.

Then I settled down about 3.30 to watch Welsh Cob day at the Royal Welsh on S4c on Youtube.  Oh HOW I enjoyed that.  

The winner, who like last year's Champion, looks a hand higher behind than in front . . . But the judge was happy with him and that's what counts on the day.

The reserve Champion, which I preferred.  Taking photos from the tv makes them look very short legged when they aren't really.

I think this was one of the Irish entries - gosh, can't it move, but perhaps the judge thought it had too much knee action and moved like a Hackney.

This was a super old-fashioned sort of Welsh Cob, a chestnut with lots of roaning through its coat.

 

A gorgeous palomino, but it was well down the line.

Right, I can hear your eyes glazing over!  This is my little aide-memoire for the next year.  

I got a shock when I looked at my watch, as it was 6 p.m. and I hadn't even started preparing the chicken curry for tea.  That is nearly cooked now and I have an appetite.  Another half a big courgette has gone into it!

There may be a change of plan for Friday, the anniversary of Keith's death.  Whilst Rosie is better now and her old self with eating and drinking, Tam is feeling ghastly.  She said rather than come across on Friday to go to Powis Castle with us, perhaps she could make it for teatime so we could all have our special meal together.  I had a think and suggested nothing was written in stone.  Depending on how she was feeling, perhaps we could go to her, and meet up on the Front in Aberystwyth, and our meal could be a fish and chip supper as that was always Keith's favourite meal - particularly in Scarborough, where the fish was SO fresh and tasty.  Danny could drive straight there, and G & I will come from here as she's arriving tomorrow evening.  We will see how Tam is feeling.

OK, teatime now.  Plenty for tomorrow too, or the freezer if Gabby wants something else.